The heat and humidity were overpowering, not surprising as there must have been three or four hundred excited party-goers soaking up the atmosphere an... leaking animal humidity into the already hot Miami night.It was quite an effort to cut through the crowd, but finally, we reached a door just to the side of the main stage. Dee pushed it open and pulled me through, my ears happy that things were even just a little more subdued and more normally lit. The room was filled with more girls than I. Her office is directly across the hallway. If you will give her the name of any employee or partner to whom you wish to speak, she will see that he or she is brought here directly."Mrs. Lancaster smiled warmly and departed. Sam wondered whether Breckinridge and Lancaster might both be British.When Susan Hatfield arrived moments later, Breckinridge excused himself after making clear that he, too, regarded himself as entirely at Sam's disposal.Susan Hatfield was a pretty woman of just-under. She wiped cum off her face with one hand, then peeled her dressoff altogether. She stood by the door, trying to decide if she wanted toshower or go straight to bed and jerk off. Something was making her horny.It wasn’t the thought of her prom-date, and certainly not the cat chinknight clerk… It was those dogs fucking in the alley, and the dog inreception with the hard-on. Oh my God, girl, she thought, get a grip ofyourself!She stumbled to the bed, thinking that a good movie on tv might distract. No local family could afford such a huge property, so only people brought in by the motorways could match the money needed for expensive slates, and hardwood window frames. The present couple were the typical property moguls who kept to their own circle , and lived another life altogether. But recently things had changed, and with it the mood had grown darker. Reminiscent of the days when the local gentry held wild wicked parties, where young girls ran round the house wearing only a.